The next day, Edelweiss High School, 3:30 pm.
As the school bell rang, the originally quiet campus suddenly became lively. Soon, parents standing at the school gate could see a large number of students pouring in like a tide, and some of them found their parents and went home.
A larger number of students were scattered, gathered in groups of two or three, and walked towards their respective destinations. These students were going to join extracurricular clubs, some of which had venues inside the school, while others were held outside the school.
However, you can rest assured that the instructors of these clubs are all related to the school. They are either teachers of the school, or regular coaches hired by the school through connections and money.
"Brother, why are you here?!"
On the avenue in front of the school, Phil, who had just walked out of the blue-black wrought iron gate, was a little surprised. Matthew's business had been very busy.
I only took it upon myself once, at the beginning of this semester.
"Phil."
Matthew, standing aside, smiled and waved. He wore a pure white cloth shirt with a brown striped tweed jacket on the outside. He wore a gray round hard hat on his head, a pair of gold-rimmed glasses on his nose, and the newly popular dark red loafers. He looked elegant and refined.
The afternoon sun shone on Matthew, casting a layer of light gold on his face, and the silver watch line on his chest reflected the light slightly.
Compared with other parents around him, Matthew is simply dazzling, with the temperament of a successful person and social elite.
"Phil, is that your brother? He's so handsome!"
In the back, five or six girls from the same class were chatting. They would occasionally glance at Matthew in the distance with curiosity, and it was obvious what they were discussing.
Phil ignored the group of crazy fans behind him.
"Why did your brother come to pick you up?"
Milo next to him shook his schoolbag and asked.
"I don't know, maybe something happened."
Phil shook his head and walked over quickly.
"Brother, why did you come to pick me up today?"
"Hey, look at your tone. As your brother, can't I care about you occasionally? Come on, I'll take you to a good meal..."
Matthew pulled his hat down to block out the sunlight, his tone helpless.
"I have to go to Coach Levi to learn boxing at four o'clock." Phil scratched his head, feeling that the two things were somewhat conflicting.
"It's okay. I'll take you to the Gray Seal Martial Arts School to learn fighting. Then I'll pick you and Coach Levi up at six o'clock, and we'll go have a meal together. I've always felt that my father's handling of the matter the day before yesterday was not very appropriate. Just giving money is too insincere. At least we should have a good meal together to show our gratitude. What do you think?"
"Sure, I'll go invite Coach Levi when we get to the Gray Seal Martial Arts Gym." Phil volunteered and immediately agreed to Matthew's approach.
At this time, Milo from behind also walked over step by step.
"Milo, let's go and take a ride with my brother..." Phil said.
A Heitzenauer sedan was driving slowly on the gray streets of Shirakawa City. The ornamental trees and black street lights on both sides kept moving and flashing backwards, and the seats in the sedan were very comfortable.
In the back seat, Milo looked at the low-key luxurious dark gold stripes, the spacious space, the fluffy and soft expensive blankets inside the car, and had a new understanding of how wealthy Phil's family was.
Five minutes later, Hongta Street.
"Brother, let's go." Phil waved his hand while standing on the side of the road.
"Go ahead."
Matthew pointed at the sign of the Gray Seal Martial Arts School with his index finger.
“Yes.”
Phil nodded, turned around and walked over with Milo.
At 6pm, the sky changes colors a lot, with clouds spreading in a ladder-like pattern from red to yellow, moving under the influence of high-altitude air currents, and occasionally revealing half of the fiery red sunset.
The door of the Gray Seal Martial Arts School was pushed open, and Phil and Kaxiu walked outside along Hongta Street while chatting.
After walking a few steps, the two saw a black car parked on the side of the road. This car was different from other common cars that were bloated and resembled turtle shells. It was long and narrow. If you had to say it was similar, it was a bit like an extended version of Lincoln. The edges were rounded and there was a silver frame decoration on the bottom.
There is a light gold crescent moon logo on the hood of the car.
The driver's window rolled down a little bit, revealing a handsome face. Matthew patted the door gently: "Get in."
Kaxiu and Phil quickly sat in the back seat of the car, and a lot of words of thanks and polite remarks echoed back and forth in the car.
Matthew reserved a window seat on the fifth floor of the Purple Sky Restaurant.
It is said that the scenery there is nice and the food tastes pretty good. The key is that the environment is pleasant and comfortable, not solemn.
Not suitable for business talks, but more friendly.
The scheduled time was half past six. When the three of them arrived at their seats, several appetizers were already on the table. Soon, Matthew and Kaxiu started eating while chatting.
I don't know if it was a disguise or a true expression of feelings, but both of them showed an attitude that they got along well with each other. They had only met twice, and the total time was only four hours. When they addressed each other, they already called each other by their first names, without any more honorifics.
As the dinner was coming to an end, Matthew seemed to be a little drunk after drinking a few more glasses, and he called Kaxiu a brother. He also made a solemn promise: If you have any trouble, you can go to him, and he will help Kaxiu within his ability!
Kaxiu seemed to be rude because he was drunk.
I just asked for two things.
The first thing is to find coins, the second thing is to find herbs.
Matthew readily agreed on the spot, saying that he would help Kaxiu tomorrow and would definitely get it done within two weeks.
Kaxiu drank his wine and expressed his gratitude.
The meal lasted for three hours.
It was already half past nine, almost ten, when it ended.
10:10 pm, Citi Street, Jessica's apartment.
"No need to send me off. My apartment is just in front." Kaxiu got out of the car with a drunken breath, waved his hand and walked towards the building.
"Slow down."
Matthew, who was next to the car window, also waved his hand, and only turned back and raised the window when Kaxiu's figure disappeared around the corner.
He blinked his eyes, and his pupils, which were originally full of drunkenness, suddenly became clear. He no longer looked drunk as he did at the dinner table just now.
Sit in the driver's seat and relax for a while.
Matthew glanced at his brother who was sleeping soundly in the back seat, picked up the teacup beside him and took a sip, then stepped on the accelerator.
The long sedan quickly disappeared into the night.
Jessica's apartment, top floor, by the bedroom window.
A tall figure was standing in the darkness, quietly looking at the street below, his rigid outline like a sculpture.
Seeing the black car drive away, the figure closed the window and drew the curtains. The light in the bedroom turned on with a click, and the light yellow halo became the only light source in the front of the apartment.